Rubbing the berry against her clit, dipping it into the vagina and biting into its sweet, soft flesh. She took another, and another, scooping up her s...icky cream with the juicy red strawberry, mixing the flavours in her mouth. Carley felt shots of excitement fire around her body. She began to massage herself with two fingers, working her fingers back and forth, increasing the speed and the pressure. She gasped as a wave of pleasure swept over her body. She flung her hips in the air, still. "No, no," I moaned, only half meaning it. "My husband."The lips ceased teasing once again. "What about him?" I shouldn't," I whispered."Ahh," my partner replied, his tongue deliciously snaking out to keep the electrical charge in my nipple energized. "That's different from 'I can't, '" he smiled.His hands worked their way under my loosened garment to brush against my sex as his lips returned to assault the screaming tissue of my nipple.What was an imaginary connection between nipple and. Par bhabhi ne iska virodh kiya aur muje vaha se chale jane ka kaha….mene unse sorry kaha aur vaha se chala aaya…..ghar pe aake me apne aapko kos ne laga ki sale sallant ye tune kya kiya…Fir kuch dino tak vo mujse aur me unse najare nahi mila rahe the….. fir ek din piyushbhai ka call aaya aur unhone bataya ki wo naya gizzer laye hai jo fix karna hai to mene unse kaha ki abhi me kaam me hu to me apne kisi bande ko bhej deta hu to unhone kaha thik hai…fir mene apne ek bande ko bheja…aur shaam ko. In the same manner, she helped me remove mine. I pulled her closer and closer while our naked bodies wriggled against each other. Then I broke the kiss and mounted my daughter, my masculine body pressed onto her lusciously svelte figure. My legs tried to part my daughter’s. When she hesitated, I looked at her and smile with confidence, “Open your legs for me, daughter. Open for your papa.”My daughter pulled my head down to kiss me as she opened her legs wide for me to snuggle into. I wasted no.